To my '99 Escort - R.I.P.

No, the tow truck that picked me up wasn't nearly as friendly as Tow-Mater. After several months of thinking, "Wow...that sounds bad...I hope this car makes it one more year," the car finally decided that yesterday should be the day that it retires. Called triple A, but it took friggin 2 and a half hours for the tow truck to arrive, despite them telling me 45 minutes at first. Sara had come out with the car and was picked up by one of her friends, while I took her car and scrambled to get a couple of things done before hitting up the pre-settlement inspection I needed to go to before a settlement that happened yesterday. Ah, settlements: simultaneously enjoying and celebratory, yet a little boring for me. As a rule of thumb, if I am working at settlement, somebody screwed up something and now I am fixing my own oversights or those of others. Oversights at this point with the high quality of professionals that I recommend to my clients are never big, but they can happen, especially at this time of year when the battle for time between securing new business and servicing and taking care of old business can be pretty intense.

Anyway, yesterday's settlement was of the boring variety...yes, a good thing. And it was still filled with the "warm and fuzzies" that are supposed to occur at settlement...another good thing.

Well, it's 7:15pm on a Friday...I'm gonna get out of the office.

Peace,
Greg